As I sit here, contemplating how our lives have changed since the snow days of my kids’ younger years, I reminisce about the good old days.
Both my teenage kids (well, actually one is 20) are tucked safely into their beds. This is very rare, these days. Schools in our area were cancelled because of dangerous traveling conditions, and my son, who attends a university almost three hours from home, came home yesterday, one day early, for the Easter long weekend.
Now, they sleep safely and soundly…likely dreaming of ways to out-wit the other to get use of the car first, and convince mom that the roads really aren’t that bad, after all. (in reality, in my house the storm is actually the calm before the storm!)
I used to (and still do!) love surprise snow days. Our lives were so busy when the kids were little, to actually be forced to NOT do anything was absolutely glorious! I miss much about those days, especially when both kids were in grade school. School would be cancelled, and it would be unsafe for us to go anywhere by car, so they would don their snow suits and enjoy play time outside with no schedule whatsoever, other than some breaks to un-numb their toes and fingers, and a cup of hot chocolate here and there.
It was a lot of fun, and they actually learned a thing or two! 😉
Here are some columns about snow days of the past:
⇒ So! Much! Snow!
“It’s free, it’s fun, and it falls like an exciting and unexpected present from the sky!”
⇒ Snow Day Education
“…Among other things, my kids learned to evade my suggestions of productivity by developing an acute sense that indicated precisely the instant that I would take a break from my own work to inquire how theirs was coming along.”
⇒ Pushing the Limits
“…if history is an indicator of how this snow ball season will go, the rules will quite likely become stricter as the days progress since my kids – and I’m sure you’ll find this surprising – always find ways to push the limit”
⇒ Anatomy of a Snow Day
“My approach to the board game is working, because I’m soon ready to complete my Lego structure and win the game. Realizing this, the kids quickly join forces and begin making up “rules” that enable them to take my pieces and jeopardize my win. It’s endearing when they (ahem) work so well together.”